Tangerine

And I never thought that I'd save my praise For the song-less prayer for the opulent days When I met my maker, looked him in the face For the lost return of my childhood haze And I never thought that I'd meet my match In a parking lot outside the pumpkin patch With your auburn hair, the way you tied it back So I left my date, didn't even look back Never believed anything I was told 'Cause my mother left when I was twelve years old And I slept outside under the old orange grove Eating tangerines for a sunken soul Soul, soul Soul A little compassion is too much to ask Of the old white men buying books with cash Say I take too long, so they're talking smack And I quit, I'm not paid enough for that 'Cause I spent my whole life thinking I was wrong For questioning things, for writing songs For forgetting choreography I was shown For feeling the things that I've always known And there is so much that I'll never know Why this fox it follows everywhere I go From the church, we pass into the grocery store Even when I ask, he waits at my front door Door Door Door Never had faith in my life before 'Til I found my god at the department store Where you worked the night shift and got off at four So, I'd wait for you up on the kitchen floor And I think the worst part of growing up Is starting to hate the ones you used to love And you sit there, staring in the dining room And you try to love them, but they hate you, too And you try to hate them, but they love you, too Think I'll make it to the pearly gates? 'Cause I know I've seen better when I saw your face Make Saint Peter crumble under all that grace All that good in you outweighed all my hate Yeah, I think I'll leave, now, it's time to go 'Cause I've slept in this grave 'bout a month or so And if I don't leave now then I'll never go I'll eat tangerines in my new found home Home Home Home Home Home